It started as a search on Google. I had put the kids to bed and was catching up on reading the news online. I was lonely; my husband was out again, just like every other night. I knew he would be back late. The house was clean, dishes washed, kids in bed, and I was all on my own with time on my hands. I should have gone to sleep; the kids made me tired running after them all day, but I could not sleep. I was thinking of where my husband was.
I called him and got the usual response: “Will be home soon.” But “soon” would turn into hours, and I would be left to busy myself. Then I came upon a sugar daddy dating website. I checked it out and decided to set up an account—what the heck, it was just for fun. Besides, I would just be chatting. And it was the Internet; they would never actually see me.
The account was created in less than five minutes. I began to search the site and saw hundreds of men searching for fun, for a friend with benefits, or simply just to have an affair. I looked at the pictures, but no one caught my eye. After an hour or so, I logged out.
The next day, my husband was out again. So, I followed the same routine: I put the kids asleep, got comfortable, and turned on my laptop. I logged into my e-mail—it was just normal everyday stuff. And then I noticed that I had responses from the dating web site. I opened them and saw that a few men had responded to my ad. There was nothing exciting, so I didn’t bother. Just as I began deleting them, one of the messages caught my eye: “I would love to get together for a coffee, but I am traveling for a month and won’t be back, so let’s correspond by e-mail?” I could live with that—I was lonely and bored, so I figured chitchat would be fine. I responded and waited to see what would happen.
The following day, I opened my inbox again and there was a reply to my message. “Hi princess—is it OK if I call you princess? Let’s talk; would love to get to know you and how you are.” What followed was like a friendship. We talked via e-mail every day for a month. He was the head of a huge company in the Middle East and worked one month away from home and one month at home. He was established, married, had grown kids, and was lonely. His wife was away all the time, and he needed companionship. He would always call me “princess” and ask about my day; he made me feel so good about myself.
In time, my confidence grew; I hadn’t been looking after myself, but now I did, and all in the span of less than a month. He was asking what I looked like, and I described myself as much as possible. He sent me his picture—he was a lot older than me, but he was a gentleman.
We talked for the whole month that he was away from home, and then the time came for him to return. He asked to meet me, but I was hesitant, so I refused. I felt I knew him more, yet we had never met in person. What if he did not like me after meeting me? Finally, I gave in and went to meet him. You hear horror stories, but mine was something else. He looked just like he did in the picture; he was a gentleman and gave me the utmost respect. And yes, he did make me feel like a princess.
We had dinner, talked for hours, and then had coffee. Finally, we headed to his penthouse—but no hanky-panky, just stimulating conversation. Then, he said he had brought me back a present. I closed my eyes, and he brought out a beautiful bag. I opened it and inside there were so many gifts: a necklace, a scarf, perfumes, chocolates, and the list goes on. He said, “You want to be a princess, and I will treat you like one.”
And so the fairytale began; one month he was here, and the next he would go back to his work. He treated me like a princess, and I felt like one. My life at home improved; we had no arguments because I was happy. I received beautiful things, which I could only dream of, and at the same time, I gained confidence and became a new me. This was just the beginning.